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I am a poet, visual artist (ceramic sculpture, drawing and painting) and editor. My art and in some ways my poetry has become more surrealistic and in its way, Goddess oriented in philosophy (i.e., nurturing the planet and each other plus honoring the spirits and symbols from the unconscious, metaphysics etc.). I focus on exploring feelings and body language which I know for myself I might otherwise miss. The art of relationships is a passion of mine, between us humans and the creatures around us, as well as with the Earth itself. I find art to be very healing, and it is this fact that really drives me. I also enjoy sharing art, poetry, social and political philosophy, and an interest in ecology and nutrition/health with others. I have thus also created a progressive online magazine (Eos: The Creative Context) where like minded people can share their work.

• “RIVER IN THE ROAD,” poem and photo by Lara Gularte

  By beagarth on March 15, 2017 • ( 0 )

  

  photo by Lara Gularte, copyright 2017

• “A NEW PARADIGM SHIFT,” by Bea Garth; art by Human Distortion

  By beagarth on March 14, 2017 • ( 0 )

  

  A NEW PARADIGM SHIFT (OR OVERCOMING CONFUSION) by Bea Garth, copyright 2017 My philosopher/astrologer friend Graeme Jones said we are going through a dark time of letting out our collective demons—which has made everything that much more confusing. I cannot… Read More ›

• “The Dark Is Always Present,” poem by Simon Anton Nino Diego Baena; photo by Bea Garth

  By beagarth on March 14, 2017 • ( 2 )

  

    The Dark Is Always Present I feel the whispering trees grieving in the dark. The shadows now restless in the mirror. Nobody listens. Nobody hears. Nobody speaks of redemption. When the sun drowns in the lake, around 5:30 pm,… Read More ›

• “After The Shape Of The Earth Changed,” poem and photo by Lara Gularte

  By beagarth on February 20, 2017 • ( 0 )

  

  AFTER THE SHAPE OF THE EARTH CHANGED Ragged roost of loose feathers, twig shadows. Sparrows fly away, return as Little Brown Bats. The missing children of the world where the still river sinks deep, and turkey vultures gather on the… Read More ›

• “Julie Bambini on Valentine’s Day,” poem by Joan Dobbie; “Metamorphosis,” painting by Joyce McEwen

  By beagarth on February 15, 2017 • ( 0 )

  JULIE BAMBINI ON VALENTINE’S DAY  The strawberries were huge as fists pink as sex, sweet without cloying They were variously shaped, uneven, but perfectly delicious though there were only five or six of them no more They grew on the… Read More ›

• “A Race Barred,” poem by Roberto Tinoco Duran; “Trumperica” art by Erik Kaye

  By beagarth on February 13, 2017 • ( 1 )

  

  A RACE BARRED A race barred A look hard A pulled Pissed off Race Card A glass shard A bad bard A tongue lashing A wound gashing A Fascist state A racist hate A slur A burr A blur Take… Read More ›

• “Wisdom” poem by Joan Dobbie; “Dreaming Underwater” pen and ink by Bea Garth

  By beagarth on January 21, 2017 • ( 0 )

  

• “Commuting Home,” poem by Shasta Hatter; watercolor by Erik Kaye

  By beagarth on January 20, 2017 • ( 0 )

  COMMUTING HOME                                                                 Rattling through the night Silent, separate,… Read More ›

• “New Year: 2004” poem and photo by Lara Gularte

  By beagarth on January 20, 2017 • ( 1 )

  

    NEW YEAR: 2004 at Jamestown California All our winters have taken us here, the road uphill to the Palm Victorian. In the stained glass room an oil lamp flickers the promise of light. Absent is your day planner and… Read More ›

• “Rubyfruit Variation” by Erik Kaye

  By beagarth on January 19, 2017 • ( 0 )

  

  Editor’s Note:  I am posting Erik Kaye’s amazing watercolor “Rubyfruit Variation” in celebration of this unusual New Year that is now upon us. Erik Kaye’s Real Autobiography: I made a decision when I was in college that has defined my life…. Read More ›

• “How Can Words Even Come Close” and “Defiance” – 2 poems by Trevor Maynard

  By beagarth on January 19, 2017 • ( 0 )

  HOW CAN WORDS EVEN COME CLOSE I take these flimsies These fancies, these spirits on paper I try to form them into meaning My mind cascades thoughts Ideas bounce, ricochet, thrash I want to express the rage But it’s not… Read More ›

• “Standing Rock” poem by Roberto Tinoco Duran; “Caduceus or The Revolution Within,” painting by Jennifer Cordiglia

  By beagarth on January 7, 2017 • ( 0 )

  Editor’s Note: The victory at Standing Rock shows us the power of letting go of our differences and standing together in Spirit to help heal and do what is right. This is a victory, but nevertheless, proponents of the pipeline… Read More ›

• “The Real Thing” poem by Nils Peterson; drawing of Hummingbirds by Bea Garth

  By beagarth on January 2, 2017 • ( 2 )

  

   . The Real Thing  by Nils Peterson, copyright 2017 . December – the remains of the summer garden, stalks of sea-lavender lined with tiny blossoms, half fresh, half wasted – among them a hummingbird in a glistening green vest. Such… Read More ›